I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 31 What a Big Bowl of Dongpo Meat

  When Baicaoshi got the news of Huanyan's customs clearance, she was very happy.

  She vaguely remembered that in the original book, the intersection of Yuanshen and King Feng was that she was selling special products in the market, and was seen by King Feng's subordinates, who took her back. King Feng felt that she was born like a human being, so he thought of Jinwu Zangjiao. Originally thinking about Zhe Yu, she naturally disagreed. The fierce girl met the tyrannical man, and finally took this life.

   Later, Zhe Yu returned to Yanjing and defeated King Feng in the court. Cut off his prince, put him in a circle, and put him to death together until Zheyu died.

  So, at today's banquet, she stayed behind the scenes and did not show up. She didn't know if doing this would save herself, or would it arouse King Feng's curiosity even more. She just follows her instincts.

   He was not summoned, nor rewarded, but for Baicaoshi, he was relieved.

   This day is very long and really tiring. The body is tired, and the heart is even more tired.

   But she can't sleep yet, there is a more important task - she has to make a cane.

  I found the wood with the strangest shape from the kitchen, and then began to sharpen it to make it smooth, and ideally carve flowers.

   Practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, especially various ancient medicine gangs, have their own exclusive medicine cutting knife. Baicaoshi has seen it in the documentary "Materia Medica China", and it is quite cute. But being able to cut medicine doesn't mean being good at knife skills. Baicaoshi's strength and skills don't support her in making a beautiful cane. All she has is persistence.

  The old wound healed, and Baicaoshi's hand was disabled again.

   It was covered with blood blisters, and she wailed silently in pain. Simply wrap with cloth strips for the finishing touches.

  It was halfway through the Hai hour, and I would go to bed if I didn’t send it to someone’s house. Every other day, sincerity will be halved.

  Her exclusive stove is heating a bowl of red yeast rice Dongpo pork. She took the meat, put the cane behind her back, and walked towards the green man's small yard.

  Perhaps out of consideration for the favor of Yaowanggu, Greenhead Weng was assigned a separate yard, on the west side of the kitchen. She paid attention when preparing the banquet.

   Knock on the door, wait, and pray that the green man doesn't fall asleep so early.

  The sky is pitiful, the door opened, and the green-headed man held a lantern and stood at the door with a cold face, staring at her, or to express dissatisfaction for being disturbed?

  Baicaoshi pulled out a innocent and harmless smiling face, eyebrows and eyes curved, "Uncle Lv, let me in, I'll bring you Hongqu Dongpo meat."

  Dongpo meat is famous for its bright red color, mellow and juicy taste, and the aroma of wine. Baicaoshi is colored with red yeast rice, which is more colorful and fragrant than ordinary Dongpo meat.

  The green-headed man didn't move, "Girl, I think you know some medicinal food, so you should understand the principle of not eating from time to time."

  This is an ancient health-preserving rule that Chinese people follow. Eat in accordance with the seasons and seasons, and what to eat at what time. The ancients paid attention to bigu, and they didn't eat in the afternoon, which is another form of "not eating from time to time".

Baicaoshi was not discouraged, and still had a pleasant smile on her face, "Uncle Green, you must be happy to be happy in life, don't let the red meat be empty to the moon. Being a human being is just for entertainment. Besides, I can get the satisfaction of the nobleman today. It's all supported by your materia medica, no matter what, I have to be grateful, to show my heart."

   Green-headed Man was silent, he was examining her reason for coming.

  Baicaoshi continued: "When I was cooking, I saw that you kept looking at this Dongpo pork, so I specially reserved a bowl for you. If you really don't want to eat it, then I would rather grow the meat myself."

  The green-headed man grabbed the plate of Dongpo meat directly, and walked into the yard holding it, a group of arrogant and charming. "Let me tell you, my surname is Hua, not Lu."

  He squatted down on the steps and ate it with his hands. Just now, he was thousands of miles away from others, as if disappeared without a trace in an instant.

  Baicaoshi sat down next to him, looked at him cheerfully, "The surname is Hua, it sounds like a miracle doctor."

  (end of this chapter)